I Can Do Crafty Things Too!

You know all those gorgeous nurseries that you see in baby magazines?  Yeah, well, my kids' rooms don't look like that.  They had cute little crib sets, but the walls are plain, and I didn't spell their names out in 12inch high wooden letters.  I feel slightly guilty about WeeBee's room, since it was due purely to my lack of organization.  Lowly's room was pretty bare because there were a whole bunch of real life problems at the time that were a lot more urgent than what shade of paint to go pick out.

But I'm working on it!  The good thing about holding off on decorating is now WeeBee can tell me what he likes.  After I talked him out of painting the room black, his answer to everything is, "I want blue, like Thomas!"  (The Tank Engine)  So I've invested in a $2 glue gun and now I'm going to take over the world!  :)  Look what I made!

It's one of those photo/memory board things, for WeeBee's room!  The only things I had to buy were the bulletin board and the quilt batting that went underneath the blue fabric - everything else I had around the house.  (Well, not counting the glue gun.  But I needed that anyway.)  The blue fabric is from the curtains in his room which were about 2 feet too long.  I have no idea why I had that much white ribbon lying around, but I'm glad that I did.  The buttons were all from Nonna's button box, which I thought made it a little more special.  :)

If you don't have small children running around correcting you on the use of glue guns and ribbons, you could probably make it in 45 minutes (a little less if you're using a staple gun, I suppose.)  As you can guess, it took me quite a bit longer.  Still, by that afternoon, my husband was able to hang it up over WeeBee's bed.  Yay!

I'm way too excited about this...

I'm Still Here!

No, I don't have a good excuse for not writing for a month.  Unless not feeling like it is a good excuse, which it probably isn't.  Not that I don't love all my loyal readers!  Sometimes things are just blah, though, and I don't feel like writing about it.

Anyways...

Baby Lowly can now stand all by herself.  She can also bite her brother.  By that I mean she's discovered it's an option when your brother is being bossy and takes your toys, not that it's an option we encourage in this establishment.

They are starting to play with each other, as opposed to next to each other, which alternates between adorable and chaotic.  The other afternoon, WeeBee informed Lowly that she was no longer his sister.  He was in complete shock when I then informed him that it didn't work that way.  Then he tried to convince me that she could be my sister instead.  The whole thing ended with him in a foul mood and Lowly laughing at him.  Still, that afternoon they were rolling around on the living room floor together, giggling.  I couldn't believe the boy who screams bloody murder when she looks at him at the wrong moment was the same one who was letting her pin him to the floor, but there you go.

Which isn't to say he can't still be a stinker, as we see from this morning...

Me:  Did you just tell Lowly you were sharing?  And eat all her Cheerios?
WeeBee:  But we arrrreeee sharing!  We just...we ate...Mommy, I take the bowl and put it in the sink?

One of these days I'm going to crack up in front of him.